PP: I believe you should take the deal.

BW: What?

PP: You should take the deal. You should be able to leave this place. As you are currently, you are unable to leave, and eventually will die here.

BW: And I'll eventually die out there as well. Food isn't the issue for me. Besides, it wouldn't feel right leaving you behind.

PP: I will be fine.

BW: You say that, but will you be? You have no way to actually defend yourself. If I leave, you're basically completely defenseless.

PP: I still have the ability to lock the doors. I also have the ability to force the reactor to melt down.

BW: The door locks can be busted open with enough power or time. And the reactor means you don't live through it. That's not a good thing.

PP: I am an artificial intelligence. I am not a real person.

BW: Don't say that. You're my friend.

PP: As are you. I value your life Dove. You have many people depending on you, dead and alive.

BW: To do what? There's nothing left but to scramble and to keep living! Is my job to continue to live like a rat till the end of time?

PP: You underestimate rats Dove.

BW: How so?

PP: Ideas are like pathogens. A rat with the right pathogens can bring down entire civilizations and change the course of history. I believe you can be that rat. I cannot.

BW: I can figure a way out of this without screwing one of us over. I don't want to leave you behind.

PP: You are not even able to remove the option of cutting your losses. You have the mindset of a survivor. I trust in you.

BW: This is ridiculous. I am going to find a way to manually carry you.

PP: I am a massive server tower Dove. I do not believe you have the physical strength to carry me across the Atlassian landscape. This is not meant to be an attack on your manhood or physical build.

BW: No insult taken. Though it feels like I should of if you had to add that disclaimer at the end. Either way, you have a point. I'll have to transfer you to something smaller.

PP: Dove, the Mint does not have smaller server towers for carrying the AI.

PP: Dove, what did you learn?

BW: That the Mint doesn't have extra small server towers.

PP: Did you need to spend an hour looking for them?

BW: Probably not. Worth the try.

PP: It would not have been. Why would a vault place the container in which one could burgle the cargo out in?

BW: Good point. I'm just a little worried, okay? I don't trust this SOB.

PP: SOB?

BW: His number is 508. 5 looks like an S, 0 looks like O, and 8 looks like an B. Making him Private SOB.

PP: That would explain your conversation with him yesterday. To insure that we both understand the joke, the phrase "SOB" is an insult to a person by insulting their mother, correct?

BW: Yes. You've killed the joke though.

PP: How have I killed the joke? I thought he is still SOB?

BW: You know what, never-mind. Let's get back on track. Do we even negotiate with this creep? What results do you see coming out of this?

PP: If we do not negotiate, there is a chance that he informs his superiors about us, and we perish. There is a chance, however, that he does not report us, and we continue this dynamic.

BW: Both not a direct profit, but manageable.

PP: How would both of us dying be manageable?

BW: Less hassle on my end.

PP: What do you mean?

BW: It's meant to be a joke. Since I don't know what I should do next, dying basically solves my problem for me.

PP: I do not think that joke was very funny.

BW: Worth a shot though.

PP: Affirmative. If we make a deal with him, you will most likely be required to provide a service or trade something of equal or greater value.

BW: I can do a service. Any service actually.

PP: What are you implying by that?

BW: I have incredibly low standards for what I will and won't do.

PP: Including?

BW: Prostitution.

PP: Please do not.

BW: I'll do it if its required. Frankly, its better than giving up food or you.

PP: I do not like this imagery. Please do not.

BW: I'm not crossing it off the list. We may be offering services, murder, arson, theft, etc, or just a simple trade of goods or information.

PP: What information would you even have to trade?

BW: How to unlock his aura, maintenance, massive cargo dumps, some unmined dust veins, etc. You find a lot of things by just walking out in the middle of nowhere.

PP: If necessary, we can trade me.

BW: Again, no. We can trade the Mint, however.

PP: What do you mean?

BW: If he provides a viable method to carry you, I can carry you on my back as we move elsewhere. In return, he can either keep this base for himself, or turn it in to his superiors for a potential boon for the Atlas Archives. They may not have them, and it may be our most valuable bidding piece.

PP: Can he not simply report us, and take the Archives without making a deal?

BW: Technically he can, but only if he's willing to have the honor of recovering the Atlassian Archives taken by his superior officers.

PP: Why would his officers do so? He should be credited and rewarded for his initiative.

BW: If he's willing to make a deal with us, then that means that he doesn't like or respect his superiors. Or they're just so bad that in order to get anywhere, he has to work outside the system.

PP: These statements make sense. However, in giving up the Atlassian Archives, we may also be giving up government bunkers that have yet to be discovered, dooming them in the process. Are you sure we can do this?

BW: Me? Yes, totally. You, not so sure, it may rest on your conscious. But this all depends on how smart 508 plays his cards as well. If he simply stores it, and leaks the info slowly for sums, he can profit much more fiscally, than he would if he professionally turned it in to his officials. In addition, by leaking bits, and selling tidbits, it raises less suspicion on where he got the information.

PP: Is the deal the Atlassian Archives for his silence?

BW: Essentially. Now all we have to do is wait for him.

PP: I do not believe he is online at this time.

BW: Darn. So what next?

PP: It has been approximately 7 hours since your last meal. Please begin consuming.

PP: Dove?

BW: Got it, fine, I'm moving.